 | The Triumph of Love |  |
XLIX
What does my heart desire? I cannot tell:What does my heart desire? I dare not guess:
For wild and lawless are the waves that swell
When love is storm-swept by its own excess.
Let wind by wave be answered. Far beneath,
My heart's desire obeys love's deeper will.
The breast of Ocean stirs to every breath:
Fathom its depths, and all is pure and still.
What does my heart desire? O love! I think
That, though the restless billows roll above,
Deeper than plummet-line of thought can sink,
Desire at last is lost in depths of love,—
Of love as pure, as peaceful and as free
As the unplumbed abysses of the sea.
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